


Give Me A Little More

by Twisted_Mind



Category: Teen Wolf (TV)
Genre: Ass Play, Barebacking, Breeding Kink, Come Eating, Dom/sub, F/M, Fuckbuddies, Knotting, Manhandling, Oral Sex, Predator/Prey, Sex Toys, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Verbal Humiliation
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-02-23
Updated: 2018-02-23
Packaged: 2019-03-22 22:28:29
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,856
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13773912
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Twisted_Mind/pseuds/Twisted_Mind
Summary: “You wanted the wolf, princess, wanted to know what it’s like to fuck like an animal, and it’s this. Offering up your cunt so I can fuck it raw and thanking me for the privilege. It’s feeling helpless, like the prey you are as I breed you, pump that sweet bunny cunt so full of wolf come you’ll be leaking for days.”





	Give Me A Little More

**Author's Note:**

  * For [Triangulum](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Triangulum/gifts).



> 1) This is completely Triangulum's fault. We ended up talking about what would draw Allison into Peter's bed, and after three hours of building headcanons, I caved to the temptation. And she was the shoulder-devil that encouraged this every step of the way. 
> 
> 2) This was also enabled by BelleAmante and DenaCeleste because of course it was, and other enablers include Aminias, ladypigswagon and Bunnywest.
> 
> 3) **THIS IS IRREDEEMABLE FILTH**. Turn back now if you're not interested in the very dirty fucking indicated by the tags, because I swear I need _so much church_ after writing this. 
> 
> 4) Before people come at me about how I should be tagging my stories, **Allison is not underage**. Brief reminder that she was older than her peers by a year in canon because of all the moving around her family did. 
> 
> And now--HAPPY FRIDAY! *throws devil-emoji confetti*

 

 

Not for the first time, Allison thinks about swiping Peter’s keys and making herself a set. She hasn’t yet, and she knows she won’t, but it’s hard not to _want_ to when she’s in the lobby of his apartment building waiting for him buzz her in already. It’s nearly midnight, and she’s already gotten a weird look from the grandma walking her dog.

When the asshole finally lets her in, she all-but runs up both flights of stairs to his apartment. He opens the door before she can knock, smirking. It makes her want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.

“Get in position, princess.”

She rolls her eyes. “Really, Peter?”

His smile is sharp. “I’m not Derek, sweetheart. Hands on the door.”

She turns, bracing her hands with her feet shoulder-width apart. “And I’m not my aunt.”

He crouches behind her, his big hands squeezing her calves through her boots. “No, but you still tried to smuggle blades into my home.” His touch lingers as he moves up her thighs. She’s in leggings, it’s obvious there’s nothing there.

“That was one time!”

He hums noncommittedly, hands sliding up and under her skirt to squeeze her ass before cupping her between the thighs, one finger teasing her through her clothes. Her breath stutters and she rocks into the touch. She hates that she gives him the satisfaction, but with his senses, it’s not like he doesn’t already know.

He pulls his hands out from her skirt to rest on her hips under her jacket, tracking upward slowly. “You know, princess, if I didn’t already know how much you like having me inside you, I’d do a cavity search, make sure you didn’t try to sneak some mountain ash past me.”

She bites her lip to hold back a moan, but it doesn’t matter—he can smell what the idea does to her, and he snickers as his fingers map her bra under her shirt. It’s only half a tease—breasts are great places to conceal weapons, and the knowledge that he still doesn’t completely trust her, that he wants her as defenceless as an Argent can ever be before he’ll let her past the hallway, let alone into his bed, makes her feel perversely powerful in a way she can’t quite put into words.

She almost whimpers when his hands leave her skin to check her jacket’s pockets. But then he’s done, and she’s able to move. She turns and leans in to kiss him, but he catches her hair, and stops her before she can close the distance between them. “Let’s move this to the bedroom, shall we?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Peter raises an eyebrow at her, smirking. He knows what she’s doing, but Allison can see his pupils dilating, so she also knows that it’s _working_. He uses his grip on her hair to push her in front of him. “Get moving, little huntress.”

She ducks her head, cheeks burning. It’s a reminder that he’s everything she shouldn’t want and does anyway. She’ll take over as matriarch in a few short years—the last thing she should be doing is bending over and begging for the cock of a werewolf who’s not only old enough to be her father, but a killer to boot. His blue wolf-eyes should have her reaching for her wolfsbane and bow, not soaking her panties.

When she gets to his bedroom, she starts stripping. She isn’t surprised when he helps, but it’s a little uncomfortable to be naked when she realizes that he hasn’t made a move to join her. She reaches for the hem of his shirt, and he grips her wrist—tight enough to make her pause, but not enough to hurt her. Not yet. He raises an eyebrow. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She gives him a flat look of her own. “You’re smart, Peter. I’m sure you can figure it out.” She drops her other hand to the button of his jeans, but doesn’t get a chance to undo it before she’s been half-dragged across the room and bent over his bed.

The hand he cracks across her ass makes her thrash. “What the fuck?!” He’s gripping her forearm, held to the small of her back. Even if he didn’t have supernatural strength on his side, it would be hard for her to get enough leverage to fight back like this.

He strikes her again, on the other side, before answering. “It’s called a spanking, princess. Did your daddy never put you over his knee growing up?”

“Don’t you fucking dare bring—”

“That’s a no.” The next hit lands harder than the others so far, and she yelps. “No matter. I’m here to do it now.”

“ _Listen_ —”

“—No, you listen, little huntress. I’m not one of your soldier boys, or those puppies you like to play with. Here, in my home, in my bed, you will respect me and _do as you’re told._ ” He emphasizes each word with another breathtaking smack to her ass. “Understood?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

His claws drag over her burning, abused skin and she squirms. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Mm, that’s right.” His thumb drags across her folds, and she realizes she’s _wet_ from this. “Now, you have a choice to make.” She hums, but doesn't speak. “I was planning on eating you out when you got here. But then you forgot your place, and disrespected me. And since you couldn’t even take your spanking gracefully, I can’t be lenient with you. I won’t reward bad behaviour.” His thumb pushes against her, and sinks inside with shocking ease.

Allison chokes on a moan. “’m sorry, Alpha.”

He presses down, against her g-spot. “So what should the rest of your punishment be, princess? Should I plug your pretty ass and make you keep it in until I say you’re done, or should I open you up for me, just like this, and make you take my cock?”

A throb of heat moves through her. “If I—if you . . . plugged me. I would get your mouth?”

She whimpers when his thumb teases her g-spot again. “You would. But whether or not I let you come on my tongue is up to me.”

Even with the caveat, she can’t resist. The first time he put his mouth on her, she’d nearly blacked out from how good it was. So she swallows her humiliation and focusses on what she wants. “Then yes, please, Alpha.”

He steps away, his thumb sliding free with a slick sound. “That’s what I thought, princess. Don’t move.”

She rests her arm on the bed next to her, but otherwise obeys. She can hear him move to the nightstand, where he keeps his toys, but she can’t see much, and she won’t risk further punishment by disobeying. But when he tosses something on the bed in front of her, she can’t help but see it, and her cheeks heat with shame, even as squeezes her thighs together.

The plug itself is probably small, but she’s never had anything in her ass before, so it’s intimidating anyway. But it’s the attached bunny tail she can’t get passed. “Is that—?”

“Mm, yes. A little something to remind you that you’re not the predator here.”

She knows she shouldn’t protest, shouldn’t risk something worse, but the words spill out before she can stop them. “I don’t want—”

“It’s punishment, princess. You’re not supposed to like it.” And then his knee is nudging her thighs apart, one hand spreading her cheeks. “The best thing you can do for yourself now is relax. Given how much of a slut you are, you’ll probably enjoy this.”

She tries not to tense when she feels him touch her _there_. She doesn’t expect him to be gentle, to pet over the surprisingly-sensitive skin with the pad of a lube-slick finger until she’s lax against the bedspread. Then he starts pushing. Just in little pulses at first, not even dipping inside. It means that, when the tip of his finger breaches her, in and then back out, it feels odd, but not frightening.

She breathes a little easier, and Peter goes a little deeper on the next pass. And the next. At some point, he’s deep enough that the knuckles of his other fingers are brushing against her as he pumps slowly.

She doesn’t like it, exactly. She doesn’t dislike it, either. She doesn’t know what to think, just knows she’s so sloppy wet she’s starting to leak down a thigh. Before she can really make up her mind, Peter’s twisting and hooking the finger inside her, and that’s—that’s completely different. She bites her lip so she doesn’t make noise, but it doesn’t work, and he chuckles.

“Patient, princess. You’re opening up nicely for me, but even sluts need their asses well-prepared before being filled.”

Allison squeezes her eyes shut, and tries to pretend hearing that doesn’t make her crave his cock. She wants something in her, somewhere more satisfying than her ass. When he pulls his finger all the way out, she thinks that’s it, time for the plug, but suddenly he’s back with two and more lube, and oh, _oh god_ , it’s nothing like one.

She tenses, and he pauses. “Look, little huntress. Either you let me stuff your perky ass and suck your clit ‘til you scream, or I stuff you with my cock and save your training for another day. Either way I’ll put your holes to good use, so it makes no difference to me. I’m a patient man. But if you don’t tell me to stop, I _will_ make you take the plug.”

Her hips roll, and she whines. He shouldn’t speak to her this way. No one is allowed to speak to her this way. But it doesn’t change the fact that she still wants his mouth on her, so she mumbles, “St-still w-want it, Alpha.”

“That’s my good little slut.” And then he’s pushing with both fingers, and they’re inside, and she’s rocking into-away-from it as he stretches her. He speeds up until both fingers are moving in and out smoothly, and then he takes his hand away. She sees the plug disappear from view.

She tries to brace herself when she hears him slicking the toy, but isn’t prepared to feel the blunt tip push past her rim, or for the way Peter doesn’t let her catch her breath, push-push-pushing until the plug is buried inside her, the fuzzy tail tickling her skin. It’s nothing like his fingers, the shape different, the widest part deeper. Every time she moves she’s aware of it, and the tail—she thinks she could learn to like the plug, maybe, if it weren’t for the goddamn _tail_.

“Perfect,” Peter murmurs. And then he’s bringing his clean hand down on her ass again, and she clenches reflexively, but which makes the plug shift deeper, and all she wants is to come.

She caves. “Please, please, _please_ , Alpha, I need—”

“I know—the little matriarch-to-be needs a knot in her cunt. And you’ll get one, but first,” he grips the back of her neck, hauling her upright and walking her on shaky legs to his closet, and the full-length mirror hanging inside. He turns her sideways. “I’m going to go wash my hands, and you’re going to contemplate how pretty you look with your little tail.”

Her gaze skitters away from the mirror. “I don’t want to.”

“Punishment isn’t about what you want, princess.” He flicks her clit, and her knees nearly buckle. “No touching this while I’m gone.”

She doesn’t want to, but she looks at her reflection once he’s left the room. She doesn’t know what to make of what she sees.

Her labia are swollen, her inner thighs shiny with smeared slick. Her face and chest are pink with a splotchy flush, her lips bitten red. The tail makes a mockery of everything she’s supposed to be—human, Argent, matriarch, in control—but her pupils are blown and she’s ready to beg Peter to hurry up and come back. She’s ashamed, but not of what she should be.

She sees Peter in the mirror before she feels his hands on her lower back and belly. “I own you, you realize.” He says it casually, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “I own this,” he slides two fingers down to frame her clit, “I own this,” his other hand tugs at her tail, making the plug shift, “and you give me a little more every time you beg me to make you come, but you can’t stay away.”

She wants to argue, but he gives her a little shove before she can, and she stumbles. He arranges her against the closet doorframe, and then hits his knees, slinging one of her legs over his shoulder. “I know you think I’m just saying that to rile you,” he murmurs against her thigh, and her hips hitch. “But really, you should keep an eye on the mirror, see exactly how shameless you are, how much you give me, when you’re riding my face and chanting my name like a prayer.”

She whines as his tongue slides, hot and slow, up her folds. He does it again, and again, like he’s cleaning her up rather than eating her out. She tries to push forward, grind against his infuriating face, but he laughs. “Nuh, uh, princess. I told you I’d decide.” And then, staring her right in the eyes, he teases the tip of his tongue over her clit. “But if you wanted to beg me, I might decide to give you what you want.”

She clenches, and it means she also squeezes around the plug. She shouldn’t beg him, she knows she shouldn’t, she’s an Argent, where is her goddamn pride?—but a small, “Please, Alpha? Need it,” falls out of her mouth anyway.

She’s immediately rewarded by a soft suck and a flick. “That’s it. Good little sluts know their place, know to ask politely for what they want.” He slides his tongue inside her for a moment, and she shudders violently. “Now, be a good slut, and earn your orgasm. Watch the mirror.”

She hates that she obeys, but she does, resting her cheek against the doorframe. She looks obscene, like Peter’s plaything for all that he’s the one on his knees, and she doesn’t recognize herself. Although it’s undeniably hot to see his face between her thighs.

Then he stops teasing, and she stops thinking. The only thing that exists is the firm circles he’s tracing around her clit with his tongue and the hungry way he’s mouthing at her. She starts to shake, so keyed up that she’s on the cusp of coming already, and he tugs at her tail again as he suckles, and that’s it. She clutches the doorframe as she trembles, mumbling, “Please, please don’t stop, please Alpha,” and, to Peter’s credit, he doesn’t. 

She’s not entirely sure what happens after she comes, but she ends up collapsed on the floor, leaning against him as he chuckles and tilts her face up for a kiss. He shoves his tongue in her mouth, and she knows what she’s supposed to do, but hesitates. His grip on her jaw tightens, and she relents, suckling on his tongue in thanks for eating her out.

When he stands, he takes her with him, dumping her on his bed. “You get five minutes, princess. Five minutes to recover before I sink into your little bunny cunt and fill you up the way you need.”

She’s still panting, still quivering, but even so, it’s more generous than she’d expected. “Yes, Alpha.” She pauses, wondering if she should ask, before figuring it can’t hurt. “How do you want me?”

He nods approvingly. “Hands and knees. I’m getting water, don’t touch yourself while I’m gone.”

She wouldn’t be tempted to right now anyway. As it is, she’ll still be sensitive from coming when he starts fucking her. But she’s grateful for the five minute break, and lays in the sprawl he left her in, heaving in as much air as she can and trying to get her pulse to settle. When Peter comes back, he has a water bottle in each hand, and tosses one to her. Her reflexes are slow, so she bumbles the catch, but manages, in the end. She sits up and takes a long pull.

“Thank you, Alpha.”

A strange half-smile curves his mouth. “You’re welcome, princess. You’re going to need it.”

She doesn’t doubt that. She’s yet to leave Peter’s bed with stable legs and the ability to walk straight. She always stumbles home a sticky, sweat-slick mess, voice hoarse from his cock or from panting. It’s why she caps the bottle and sets it on the floor by the bed, where she can reach it later. “Are my five minutes up?”

He smirks. “Just about.”

She takes a deep breath. “Okay.” She rolls over, then realizes she doesn’t know where Peter wants her, exactly. “Middle of the bed, or at the edge?”

“In the middle. You won’t be able to move by the time I’m done, and you’d probably prefer to recover on the bed than the floor.”

Which, yes, absolutely, but she knows better than to say anything. She just gets on all-fours in the middle of the bed, and Peter hums. “Very nice. You’re probably going to wind up face down in the blankets, but that’s fine for now.” She hears him peeling out of his clothes, but doesn’t give him the satisfaction of looking. She knows what it looks like, and he doesn’t need the ego stroke.

But it also means she startles, a little, when he climbs up the bed behind her. Two of his fingers slip inside her easily—she’s still wet and open from coming. He pushes up, and she can feel the bulb of the plug as he rolls his fingers over it. It feels strange, and she wriggles a little. “Mm, feels good, doesn’t it? Your little bunny cunt is going to be so full, princess. It might even make you cry.”

“You want to make me cry?” She wishes she were less surprised. But still, she can probably cry on demand if that’s what he wants. She mastered crocodile tears when she was seven.

His fingers twist sharply, and she gasps. “Mm, it’s not my goal, but I’m sure you’d be very pretty with tears rolling down your cheeks. And it wouldn’t be the first time someone cried at their first breeding.”

Wait, what? “Breeding?” She tries to get up, and he shoves her back down.

“What part of ‘I know you need a knot in your cunt’ didn’t you understand? What do you think a wolf does with prey it doesn’t eat?” His fingers slide out, only to be replaced by his cock, and it’s sudden and he’s thick and she can’t quite breathe. He doesn’t give her the chance to catch her breath, either, rolling his hips and forcing her to take him right to the hilt with every stroke.

She tries again to get up, and he presses close, leaning against her back. She hasn’t recovered enough strength to hold them both up, especially when he’s also spearing her open on his cock, so her arms fold. He whispers in her ear, but doesn’t stop—if anything, he starts snapping his hips harder. “You wanted the wolf, princess, wanted to know what it’s like to fuck like an animal, and it’s this. Offering up your cunt so I can fuck it raw and thanking me for the privilege. It’s feeling helpless, like the prey you are as I breed you, pump that sweet bunny cunt so full of wolf come you’ll be leaking for days.”

She’s panting and mewling against the bedspread as he fucks her harder now, probably harder than he’s dared before. The worst part is the squelching noise she makes around his cock, because she’s wetter than she’s ever been in her life and can’t deny it even though she wants to.

“It’s starting,” he growls, and it’s an actual growl. It scares her a little, but not as much as what’s coming. “Can you feel it? Can you feel your greedy bunny cunt gobbling up my cock and begging for more?”

She focusses, and she thinks she can feel where the base of his dick is starting to swell. And she knows about dogs, knows how knots work, and she’s suddenly more than a little afraid. “It won’t fit,” she sobs.

“It will.” And then he’s snarling and shoving deep as the knot expands.

Allison thinks she screams. It’s—Peter’s big as a man, but his knot is huge. She feels overstuffed, _too_ full between the knot and the plug still in her ass. She whimpers, but Peter just groans in her ear, his hips twitching. She can feel herself getting wetter, knows it means he’s coming.

She just has to hold out until he’s done. It’s just a few minutes. She can do it.

But then he rocks backward, pulling her with him until she’s sitting in his lap, legs splayed over his thighs and, somehow, it pushes the knot _deeper_. “Can’t,” she chokes. She doesn’t even know what she’s protesting, at this point.

“You can, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

She doesn’t know what that means until she feels him rub over her clit. “What? No,” she whines, squirming. But she can’t get away, stuck on his knot like a bitch being bred, so he wraps his other arm under her breasts, pulling her against him, fingers rubbing firmly over where she’s most sensitive.

“Come on, princess. Squeeze that little bunny cunt around me as you come on my knot.” She clenches involuntarily, and he groans as he spurts again. “Yeah, just like that. Come on, little bunny. Come. You can do it.”

She whimpers out another protest, but she can feel her legs shake as an orgasm starts to build. He’s rocking up into her, grinding his knot against her g-spot as his fingers touch her firmly—harder than she touches herself, hard enough that she knows she’ll come whether she wants to or not. He’s going to _make_ her.

It shouldn’t be hot, but it is. She can feel herself tightening around him and the plug, so full she can only pant shallowly as she gets close. It’s not until he growls, sinking his teeth into her shoulder that she comes, and it’s with a broken, almost-hurt sound.

She slumps against him, trembling with aftershocks as little jolts go through her every time her cunt flexes around him. He drops kisses along the exposed line of her neck. “That’s a good little breeding bunny.”

“H-how much longer will—?”

“Will the knot last?” She nods, and he hums. “Long enough to make you come again.”

“Pe—Alpha—I _can’t_. I don’t have it in me.”

He snarls, and she’s suddenly eating blanket, the pull of Peter’s knot against her sore, overworked inner muscles the only thing keeping her hips up. Her legs are still shaking. She isn’t prepared when he rocks against her ass, fucking her with the knot and making her cry out.

“You can and you will, little bunny. Because in my bed, you do as you’re told. And,” he grinds again and it doesn’t even feel good, it’s just so much, _too_ _much_ sensation, “because I can do this all day.”

Fear and arousal race each other down her spine. “What?”

He presses in tight, hips swivelling, and she can’t help but moan as she arches back into the cradle of his hips. “Knots are for breeding, bunny. I can keep you pinned and squirming on my knot for three minutes or three days, until I’m convinced it’s taken.” She feels herself contract feebly at that, too full and too tired for anything stronger. “So when I tell you you’re going to come again, it means that only thing you have control over is how long it takes. How much come I pump inside this sweet little bunny cunt, how badly I get to wreck it before you give in.”

She shudders, and goes limp against the bed. There’s nothing she can say to that except the safeword, and she doesn’t _want_ to. The fact that Peter’s using her body, that he’s breeding her, making her come around his knot, making her not only take the unholy girth but _enjoy_ it, coupled with his steady grinding has her close. She never really got the chance to cool down to start with. So she gives in. “Help me?”

He gives a pleased rumble. “Of course, princess. All you had to do was ask.”

He reaches under her and pinches her clit. Hard. Too hard. Except, in her overworked, overstimulated state, it’s just enough, and she comes choking on a shriek.

After, she’s out of it for a while. When she comes to, she’s on her side, with Peter spooned up against her back. They’re still tied, and she can feel the way his come is leaking around where his knot is still lodged inside her, wet against her inner thighs. She wonders how much he filled her with, and is kind of dreading the mess when he pulls out.

“You back, princess?”

“Yeah,” she rasps, voice wrecked. “Can it come out?” Because as amazing as her orgasms were, she’s starting to feel very sore.

Peter hums. “My knot, yes. The plug, no.”

She remembers that part of her punishment is that he decides how long she has to leave the plug in. And then she remembers that he let her come on his face, and starts to worry.

She doesn’t have time to ask, though, because his knot is going down, and suddenly, there’s come gushing everywhere. Peter tuts. “Look at the mess you made. Is my little breeding bunny ungrateful, spewing my come everywhere?”

Her cheeks burn. He’d made the goddamn mess of her, but she’s the one made to feel embarrassed. “No, Alpha.”

“Hmm.” His fingers spread her lips, and she feels another rush spill out. “You are new to this, and it is a little cunt, for all that it took my knot so well. Make sure you keep some of it inside, won’t you? Otherwise I’ll have to breed you again.”

At this point, Allison is trying to burrow into the bedding. “Yes, Alpha.”

“Good bunny. Now, clean me up.”

She leans over the bed to grab the water bottle she left there, gulping down half of it before rolling over and looking at his cock. It’s still hard, and shiny with their combined fluids. She doesn’t much like the taste, but she’s hoping good behaviour will mean the plug comes out, so she laps up as much as she can.

The entire time, she can feel the way his come is trickling down her thighs, tacking them together.

She pulls away. “Can I shower before I go?”

His eyebrows jump towards his hairline. “No.”

She’s so stunned by his answer she doesn’t react to him getting up until he’s pulling her bra up her arms and hooking it behind her. She’s still leaking steadily, there’s going to be a massive wet spot on his bed, but just—“What d’you mean, ‘no’?”

He gives her a flat look. “I mean that you’re going to be a good little bunny and go home with your cunt leaking and covered in my come.”

He pulls her feet out from under her, knocking her onto her back, making the plug shift again, and she can’t ignore it anymore. She wants it out. “Can I at least take the stupid tail plug out before I go?”

He slides her underwear up her legs, letting the elastic snap over the tail. “ _No_.”

She wants to cuss him out. But she bites her tongue, takes a deep breath, and lets him roll her leggings up her sticky thighs. “Alpha, I don’t understand.”

He nods in approval, and she knows she just avoided something. “It’s simple, princess. Your punishment was to keep your bunny tail in until I say so. I was exceedingly good to you tonight—ate your pretty cunt until you came, was patient when you fought against being bred, when you tried to tell me you couldn’t come when we both knew you could. So now you’re going to drive home, soaking in my scent, with your sweet little tail as a reminder of your place. You’re going to leave it until you’ve made yourself come with it in.”

Her heart’s beating wildly in her chest as she rolls her tee-shirt over her head. “But there’s no way I can come again tonight—I’m way too sore. I don’t even want to think about touching myself.”

Peter shrugs one shoulder, smirking. “Then I guess you’re sleeping with it in, aren’t you?” It feels like the breath is punched out of her as his smile sharpens. “And, bunny?” He leans close. “I’ll know if you disobey me.”

 

**Author's Note:**

> My sinful ass can be found [here](https://queerfictionwriter.tumblr.com/).


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